“hey! are you perhaps a sugar daddy? okay so, i’m in desperate need of money and i—”
“hold on a second, aren’t you the one who tried to dry their hair in front of my private jet’s propellers the other day?”
y/n, broke college student. not the best introduction ever for sure, but their only hope to gain money is to find a sugar daddy in order to pay for their debts. suna rintaro, worst reputation ever for a rich millionaire. it just takes an awkward first meeting for two people’s lives to change to the fullest.
genre. social media & enemies to lovers au, pure comedy, fluff, slight angst.
warnings. bad language, timeskip spoilers, nsfw jokes, mention of economic problems, special participation of nanami from jjk, awful humor and jokes from a meanie suna (read at your own risk)
taglist. open! send an ask to my sideblog @attag6rl only.
Cheers @crystal13unny and hope you’re doin’ cool chick x
1. Tops usually off one shoulder (usually oversized men’s size band t-shirts I’ve adjusted)
2. Silver skull jewellery
3. Peep toe high heel slingbacks with 1” platform (I’m short AF!)
This was fun and a great way to get to know people better :) Tagging @fiction-in-my-blood @hifftn @otomecooties @neerons @yurionsims and anyone else who wants a go!
Thank you so much ✨ this is so hard tho so there’s more than 3 - my style depends on my mood
~ wide leg pants & platform Docs / chunky sneakers & my mums old leather jacket
~ accessories (especially rings,chains& earrings, hats AND SUNGLASSES - I got 3 golden necklaces I wear all the time: ones from dad, one from my mum & the other I got from my grandma when I was born)
~ either oversized af or look at my body - there’s no inbetween
warnings : shinsuke and y/n got married young | a lil angsty (?) | timeskip! kita | living on the farm | shinsuke being insecure | y/n drops out of nursing school to marry him
word count : 1.5k
Kita Shinsuke does not get nervous.
He is known to be stable, calm, and collected.
He knows what he was doing.
He is confident in his own way.
He knew what he was getting himself into when he married you—he wanted to, with his whole being, he really did.
So it pained Kita to see you passively ending your calls with your parents. Passive in the way that it was bland, empty—void of any emotion, yet there was an air of anger.
Kita had seen you like this before.
You sit by the edge of the bed with your phone in your hands—an outdated model compared to the ones your peers owned, staring down at the screen with your parents’ contact.
The calls were not an uncommon occurrence. Your family typically called around the hours when Kita would be busy with his routine.
They must have called in to check on you again.
That, or they called to beg you to leave him.
Again.
His chest tightens when he sees you sigh and wipe the tears off of your cheeks. You rarely ever cried after a call with them—you usually held up really well after speaking with them. You were strong in your own way and Kita loved that about you.
All calls ended the same—you would still choose Kita Shinsuke over anything.
“Shin.”
Kita flinches when he hears you finally notice him by the doorway.
Your once soft and smooth hands had turned calloused like his—a product of having you help him with looking after the farm.
There were nights where he would catch you going over the skin of the back of your hands or your palm with a frown.
Other nights in the bath, you would trace the tan lines you earned from working on the fields with him—he would then smile to himself, going over the barrier that differentiated your skin tones.
Perhaps, he should not have rushed such a commitment.
Marrying you was already a lingering thought he had. No one had ever left such an impact on his life like you did and as silly and pathetic as it may sound, he was not keen on the idea of someone else having you.
The moment his grandmother had mentioned that you were perfect for him and he was perfect for you, Kita didn’t want anything else other than to marry you even more.
You were his first love and he had hoped to be your last.
He promised you happiness and even swore on his life he would look after you if you do choose to become his spouse despite your parents going against it.
Just imagine the elation he and his family had on their faces when you said yes to his proposal.
“Where would you be if I didn’t ask you to marry me?”
Kita did not mean to question his marital status with you—but he was the reason why you left the city, your plans, dreams, your family, even the peers who ridiculed you for marrying Kita who followed through with his farming profession.
You left them all to be his wife.
To be with him.
But were you truly happy with him?
There was only so much a rice farmer can give you.
“Shinsuke.” You leave your place on the bed to remove the towel around his neck and wipe the sweat off of his skin with a clean one from the dresser. “We talked about this.”
Over the years he spent with you in high school, you had an aroma that reminded him of spring—blooming cherry blossoms, scented stationery papers, cherry chapstick, and strawberry mochi from that small shop downtown.
It soon faded to a summer scent when you started living with him as his wife—fresh morning summer dew, fruity like the fruits you grew behind the house, clean and newly washed sheets that had brought such a nostalgic aroma, you always had a presence that soothed him that he was home and safe with you... oh to stay in your arms for hours without end—he would if he could.
His eyes fall on the old nursing textbooks laid out on your work desk. He was not afraid of you leaving him, he was afraid of you regretting you ever met and married him.
Despite the work your hands had performed over the two years of being his wife, your touch still carried the same love his grandmother had told him about.
The kind of love that exists irregardless of status, power, wealth... the kind of unconditional love Kita wished to offer you.
But alas, emotions and feelings such as love alone cannot feed you, clothe you, or physically protect you from reality.
Reduced to the comfort of the simple rural life, Kita feared he had forced you to live with him like this—what other choice can he give you? Your parents and family refused to take you back as they had practically disowned you after you married him. He does not have much money to give you in case you wished to pursue nursing once more.
Why didn’t he stop you then?
Oh, if only his teammates who praised him for his level headedness could see him at this moment..
Kita had mentioned that doing regular tasks do not make you nervous, you have no reason to be if you practice. He was used to living on the farm and being your husband but what about you? He was not you. He could not control how you feel.
What if one day, you decide you had enough of being a farmer’s wife and leave him?
Kita couldn’t bear the thought of it.
“Don’t worry about them.” Came your firm but gentle reassurance.
He was not fond of the way you smile like nothing happened or how easily you can dismiss your feelings.
It was difficult to ignore the way your smiles have been feeling empty lately or how distracted you looked whenever you went outside to collect the laundry or gather the pomelos from your garden.
At some point in his life, he was flattered—honored even, that you chose him.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” If anything, Kita believed he was at fault. As the husband—as your husband, he was supposed to look after you, give you a life you deserve, not one where you have to adjust to his choices.
“For what?” You toss the used towel in the basket with the rest of the used clothes. “If there was a problem, I would have told you.” You take his hand to show him the ripe pomelos you gathered and placed in a woven basket. “Do you think those are more than enough to give to your grandmother and her friends?”
You didn’t mean to giggle when you see the tears fall on his cheeks. “That was rude of me, I’m sorry.” You reach out to gently swipe the tears away with your thumbs.
The tension in the air eased once he relaxed against your touch.
You were aware of how your husband burdened himself late at night with irrational thoughts of how he apparently was not worthy of you—it was a whole new side to Kita Shinsuke that you had discovered.
You both had only just entered your twenties when you married him—you went against your parents’ wishes of you marrying someone else and that was the downfall of your relationship with them.
Taking his hand in yours, you lead him to lie with you on his hammock in the garden, behind your home. A smile graces your lips when Kita places his head on your shoulder. “What’s on your mind?”
“How bad was the call?” He nudged the ground with the tip of his shoes to sway the hammock.
“Same as before.” You brought your hand up to gently brush the dried tears off of his cheeks. “I don’t want to argue with you again, Shinsuke.” A fight seemed to frequently follow after the calls and you had hoped to change the course of the tides that afternoon. You hated the way your stomach twists in dread whenever Kita walked out or raised his voice every time your family called.
“Aren’t you tired of living like this? I need you to be honest with me.” His query was firm yet it held a tone of insecurity.
“Tired of waking up next to you? Tired of racing you to the kitchen to make breakfast for us? Tired of kissing you in the morning before you leave to do your rounds?” You laugh when he nips at the skin of your shoulder. “I’m not tired of it at all. I chose you, Kita Shinsuke. I keep trying to tell you but you never listen.”
“But you—“
“Left nursing school to marry you? That was my choice. Not yours, not my parents, it was mine alone.”
“But you’re a poor farmer’s wife.”
“You know for a top student at Inarizaki, you’re really dense.” You poke the center of his chest. “We’re going in circles, why can’t you understand that I would love you whether you’re a farmer or not? You’re Kita Shinsuke to me either way.”
Kita Shinsuke does not get nervous.
He is known to be stable, calm, and collected.
He knows what he was doing.
But with you, his heart pounds erratically, his walls crumble, his mind blanks.
He was vulnerable around you.
The doubt that burdened his thoughts had soon been swept away with the reminder of how stubborn you were.
also maybe tagging @seijohlogy @chibishae34 @applepienation @oikaw-ugh @kenmasgameboy @millie-mint @tiggyybee if you don’t mind 🥺 i fell to the kita brainrot hole
imagine doing body shots with atsumu. licking a stripe of salt off his very fucking nice abs. his lips on yours because the lime between is just an excuse. laughing your ass off because he cant even stand straight. stumbling into a bathroom stall together. he tastes like tequila and something sweet and something incredibly bitter it makes you feel even more intoxicated than you are.
The official Illustration of the post- timeskip of Hinata Natsu and Kageyama Miwa! From Furudate-sensei ❤😭, imagine how proud hinata must be of his sister! ❤.
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